Clothed Shower Cool-Off

Arda woke up, someone was restraining her; a man. She was lying on top of him and he had pinned her arms to her sides and she could feel his legs wrapped about hers to keep her from kicking. Fuck...she was back there. They had caught up with her. She screamed and pulled with all her might trying to flail wildly, but his grip was like iron crushing her limbs against her body rendering them immobile. "No!" she wailed. "No, please! Please!" "Easy, Arda," said a smooth, sensual voice. "Easy," he gently breathed. His words felt warm and soft, and they flowed over her like a tender caress; calming her, soothing her. It was almost like the light brush of a lover's fingertips across her sensitive flesh and she felt her body tingling and trembling. Her struggles subsided as she let the strange, sensual warmth of his words slide over her body and her mind. Her heart and her breathing slowed as she came off the adrenaline high from her struggle and sh...

I felt my phone buzz in pocket while I was at the high top table for my company's happy hour. Well company's was a stretch, basically the four of us went out drinking a couple times a week to lament work stories and blow off some steam. Grabbing my phone and looking at the notification saying Jake had sent me a Snapchat, I felt my cheeks burn a deep red unintentionally and I couldn't help but have a small smile creep across my face. "Whoa someone crush just texted them!" I heard Alex call out my way. "No just, just a funny meme!" I said back unconvincingly. "Whatever, don't tell us the hot details, we're all not a group of sex starved maniacs!" He joked. "Speak for yourself you creep!" Jessica teased him back. "Let him chat up whoever he's talking to without you ruining things!" "Yeah! Now if you don't mind..." I said trailing off with a smile as I opened my phone and they went back to the office ...

Stephanie was sitting on her bed, she was waiting for the builders to appear across the road. There was a new high rise being built across from the road from her apartment building, and a week ago she spotted a builder looking over into her apartment when she was masturbating. She had not really been that visible where she was but he would have been able to tell what she was doing. Stephanie was mortified and ran to the bathroom to hide, but while she was sitting there about to cry she realised that her heart was beating fast and that her nipples were hard, she had liked that he had seen her, it turned her on. The next day she had looked out at about the same time and he was there looking, she had flashed her tits at him, they were very nice tits, and he looked very pleased, but she was embarrassed that she had done it and ran to the bathroom again. Once there she felt really horny and masturbated again. Stephanie was not experienced in the sexual ways of the world she had just turne...

John and I were in the same design program during undergraduate at a large Mid-Atlantic university, a year behind me, in photography. He was a very talented photographer, singer and guitar player. He was in a band and sang at bars, at parties and in musicals produced by the theater department. He was quiet, reserved, but came alive when he was on stage (and later, I found out, in bed). He was short, stocky, had shaggy hair, wide-set big brown Eastern European eyes and very appealing. He kept the windows and the door to their (his hot girlfriend, Debbie, was doing a study abroad in London for the year) room open when it was hot. When I was coming down from the attic, where my bedroom and the TV room were, I saw him asleep on the bed naked with his huge, hard uncut cock laying up over his thigh. That night, I dreamed about him fucking my throat and feeding me his load of hot semen. One day I was sitting on my bed reading in my room, he came in and asked, nonchalantly in that John way, ...

"Well. This is the place." The address sent me to a mansion in the heart of the upper-class suburbs. The architecture was modern, and honestly beautiful. I knew I'd be nervous before I entered, but my heart was going a million miles an hour. The reviews were rave, and everyone who has gone has put an unbelievable word of mouth. My mind reeled at the thought of all the depravity that would soon come. I had heard of the Booty-Chocolate Emporium through an exclusive online scat fetish forum, and, desperate to indulge in this fetish that has eaten at me for years with its inaccessibility, began to save up all the money I could. A fine dining restaurant of the highest caliber, the descriptions almost didn't seem real. You pick the woman of your dreams and she gives you the meal of a lifetime. The owner was supposedly a man obsessed with everything to do with the female behind, so much so that he built an entire restaurant around them. I almost would have thought the ones...

You will be pleased to know the authorities are all over your hostage situation. You aren't hearing helicopters because I've politely asked them to stay away. They've circled us with their boats--don't worry, yours is still bigger. They're on standby and other reassuring stuff. They respectfully keep their distance, though. So I guess we're ok. I'm not sure what tipped them off, was it me blaring it all over the internet? They've impressed me. I am now negotiating with a man who claims I need to release at least the "at-risk" hostages. You know, because of health issues? I've asked them to give me a list of people they're worried about, and I'll see what I can do for them. I already know who's on my list. Someone with a great handicap. But we'll get there. Rey and Allison are ready, I see. It's us who are late, again. Apologies, this installation is easier to plan than to build. It's good to see them so friendly, c...

I checked on Terry often, the man slept for hours the pills were making him sleepy, I heard him get up after about three hours of sleep he was flushing the toilet. "Tom would it be okay if I showered I feel a bit sweaty, hoping it makes me feel a bit better." "Terry make yourself at home please, if you need anything help yourself, if you need help just ask please." "Could you help me get in the shower I'm a bit dizzy and unsteady on my feet right now." "How about I just give you a sponge bath instead, this way you can lay down and you will still feel much better. You just seem a little to unsteady on your feet to try an actual shower." Terry did not argue, he really was not well, the man needed more rest, more fluids, and someone to care for him. I got a basin washcloth and soap and got set up to wipe the man down. I removed his top leaving him his underwear. "Sorry to be a bother Tom but I feel so sticky, must be from sweating, one mi...